By this time there were fresh arrivals on the cliff path, the firing having drawn there men bearing lanterns, and the officer in charge shouted:
“Got them?”
“No, sir,” said the first officer respectfully. “Sergeant Liss is down badly hurt with a stone, and Raddon’s shoulder is hurt.”
“But the prisoners, man?” cried the newcomer, evidently one high in authority.
“I’m afraid, sir—”
“The prisoners?”
“Below here somewhere, sir—two of them.”
“Yes, and the other?”
“We were obliged to fire, sir, and there was a cry, and we heard one fall into the sea.”